they say "a watched pot never boils"..but that's just a misleading statement made to a curious child. It does boil, even if you're watching it. It might be more productive to chop the vegetables and throw in spices along the way, checking up on it naturally as you flow into a cooking routine. A good meal, like anything, takes love and time to be palatable...like what you're describing in this piece.
so anyway, yea..this is a nicely painted diagram of the growth process. It views like a nice watercolor. But it could also be describing the patience and nurturing required for any sort of goal or aspiration..so in that way it's universal [see review where I describe the true essence of simplicity].
i am pertually moved by your poetry! This one simple, and wrapped up so well that I immediatedly saw it was amazing in its alagorical insight into taking on struggle!
"to wait through long years
sheltering the tiny green tendrils
as they reach hopefully
through the earth"
what i appreciate of this post, is how the subject matter stretches and able metaphor for each reader as person and creator of life. this is able, and noble, work. the italics raises the idea of the cliche' off of the rest of the piece, but sometimes the cliche' becomes that way because it is inherent in truth and wisdom. good work.
This made me tear up--because of the question implicit in its subtext--and I guess I believe that nothing happens without questioning. For me, this is a fine piece--full of peace and the reality of learning.
Almost love your Author's note as much as your poem...FYI, you should post it.
I Really enjoyed this write Emily...beautifully told, emotionally uplifting.
glad I rediscovered you...
allen
That 'just tell yourself that you're willing' is so very, very true. We need be patient for as long as; waiting, always waiting, still, ready, aware. And your words flow softly, sweetly, they always do, Emily. ' .. I may one day find myself blessed ~ with fragrant blooms ~ of brilliant color.' Those words apply to so much in life.
Fine poem, as always from Emily.This poem has a kind of zen feeling, it could have been written by a Japenese monk, it is full of patience and respect for nature.
A poem full of peace, great writing.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..